We were supposed to watch a movie..
We went to my attic and found Jim Henson’s The Labirynth from 1986
And laughed hard when David Bowie did his magic moves. (at 0:55)
Then we continued with Luis Buñuel’s Un Chien Andalou from 1929
And ended up with Alexander Jodorowsky’s Santa Sangre from 1989
We were apparently in the mood for surreal weirdness, which turned out tons better than sitting somewhere in a pub – we didn’t even notice how late it got.